Samara Morgan From The Ring Novels & Stories

Thane asked. "It's a symbol of our clan. So this ring is very important. I'm the only one left of my kind." Thane frowned. "What do you mean? You're a Terran, right?" The girl smiled, but before she could answer him, she vanished. "Time is up. You need to return." Samara warned them. A shady air surrounded them, and when he looked around, they were in the tower. Elisia looked at Thane. His face was in disbelief because even though his mate was unable to answer him, it was clear that she wasn't a Terran and that she might be alive.

Darren answered. All of a sudden, Samantha took a ring from her pocket and flipped it onto her ring finger. “This is not possible. Darren can’t you see, we are a perfect match! That bitch, Charlotte doesn’t deserve you. I’m the only woman who is qualified to be on your side. Just me.” Saying that she threw herself at him, screaming widely and sobbing like a lunatic. However, Duran feels no sympathy or pity for her. And when he saw the ring on her finger, he got even angrier, “That ring belongs to Charlotte. You don’t deserve to have it.” Saying that Darren pressed her against the wall and took off the ring.

The crowd was utterly silent, captivated. "For round one," Morgana announced, her voice still confident, but now with an undercurrent of something more, something akin to anticipation. "I am exercising my right to name a proxy." She turned, a subtle shift in her posture directing her gaze toward her entry gate. "My sister will fight in my place."

"Please. It’s not what it seems like." His father narrowed his eyes and stared at his hand. After a second we both realized that he was looking at the ring Rafe was holding. Rafe immediately passed it to me, "It's not mine. I mean I didn't give it to her." Rafe raised his hands in surrender. I gulped. "Daughter of Howard and Son of Eastmond, a great combination." I heard someone comment from the crowd. "They look cute nevertheless." "But why is the ring so small? It should be something big, classy diamonds. Eastmonds have a reputation."

“You may verify it inside. I took the box and opened it. The moment my eyes fell on the inner band, my fingers began to tremble. The ring nearly slipped from my grasp. The words “Planette Moore” were engraved. The inscription mocked me. This diamond ring was entirely different from the one in my previous life. It meant Lucius had rushed this custom-made for Planette.

Some whispers followed me as I walked. “She’s not ready.” “She’ll fall.” “Killian’s shadow will finish her before Samantha even touches her.” I kept walking, ignoring every word even though it all pierced my heart. Samantha entered the ring from the opposite side, her sword gleaming under the morning light. She walked with the grace of a queen, as her witches were trailing behind her until the edge of the circle stopped them. She stepped inside alone, but I knew she wasn’t truly alone. Her eyes locked on mine, and that smile widened.

Her eyes gleamed with a mix of smugness and triumph. “Caroline,” Samara said, surprised. “What are you doing here?” “I thought I’d stop by,” Caroline said sweetly, stepping past Samara without waiting for an invitation. “We haven’t had a proper chat in ages, have we?” Samara closed the door, turning to face her unwelcome guest. “I didn’t realize we needed to. What’s this about?” Caroline smiled, her hand casually brushing her hair back to reveal a sparkling diamond ring on her finger.

the priest asked, his voice clear and steady. “Yes, I do,” I replied, slipping the ring onto Samantha’s finger. The metal felt cold against my skin, grounding me, reminding me of everything that had brought us here. The spectators around us erupted in applause, a quiet celebration echoing through the garden, and for a moment, it felt like we had won—like nothing could touch us.

She was trying to make me think that she and Gabriel were still intimate with each other. My blows to her face became harder and harder. Blood started splattering all over my face, chest, and arms. I don’t know when they entered the ring, but Tanner and Gabriel grabbed me by each arm and pulled me off Samantha. Once they let me go, I looked at her in the middle of the ring as she was trying to get up. Her face looked a mess. This is their strongest female warrior. Really? I must admit though, I wasn’t meaning to go that far. I can’t remember at what point it was that I blanked. A female warrior ran into the ring and helped Samantha up to her feet.

Sparks flickered against an invisible ward within the circle of salt and there was a feeling of pressure and tension in the air as Morgana threw back her head and screamed. The floorboards under Talen’s feet shuddered as if the building trembled with the force of the magic, and then he saw Leighton succeed in tugging his hands free, the warlock performing an impressive backwards flip that rolled him over the salt ring to the other side without disturbing the grains and managed to knock Sigrid backwards, breaking her concentration and further disrupting the circle. Samuel threw himself away from the ring at the same time, and the tension in the room released as Morgana’s scream was silenced.